Don't bare the flesh
above your knee,
sitting by my side as the one hundred fifty diesel horses between my legs
pull us at one hundred and fifty miles an hour
away from pieces of screaming asphalt cracking behind
right into the tunneling air ahead
and a dying distance
to somewhere uncared.
Keep your hand... in your pocket,
if you don't have one then sew one
and then sew it closed
keeping that struggling hand locked inside a textile prison
away from impulsive mischief
and stubborn insubordination to reason.
No, don't lean my way
forcing my eyes into the promised valley
and my nose into the apple of your hair
and my mouth trying to save its tongue
from the vise of your teeth,
the deathly temptation of sin beating against the windshield
ravishing your body
through my senses.
Sorry, I give up,
and as the metallic silver spins agonizingly into a tree
I bare your flesh beyond your waist
and free all hands from the tyranny of prisons
and plough the valley
and fist the hair
and as my tongue loses its virginity under the guillotine of your teeth
the shower of exploding glass and splinters and rubble severs our skin
amidst the agony of bodies sacrificing sanity
on the altar of exploding tires
and shared ecstasy.
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Ummm...I think I would have pulled over. 
Then, there wouldn't have been any other distractions in the way. 
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Isn't this a little somewhat -- counterproductive??
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Such maddening love, and desire...such temptation. Death can be appealing when the devil "herself" tempts tthe saint. Bravo!
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Wheels on fire this is, a joyride.. from zero to orgasm ( that "somewhere uncared") in record time!!! Oh, I loved the intensity of this poem, my friend. It moves at a pace, as it should. Wonderful, wonderful poetry, my friend - superb!
~ Nicolette
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well, taking the little time given us and making the most of it at... any price
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This is simply SUPERB! The abundance of imagery in this is astounding....so vivid and plentiful, it fills the reader's mind as we read. The metaphors are too many to comment on singularly, but ALL are magnificent, and expertly used. I had to read and re-read several times so I could absorb every single image, every single emotion, just WOW! This is truly a exceptional piece of word art, my friend. It drips with apprehension, fear, longing....emotions one would not expect to be woven together this way. The pace of this poem matches the bevy of emotions, as well. As if racing with adrenaline, it sweeps the reader into the verse and takes us for the "ride of our life!" Each of the first three stanzas takes us through its own "dilemma" with a vice-like grip on our psyche. Then, the last one....pure submission to the overwhelming beckoning of lust...perhaps at the cost of life as we know it. I love the analogy of the "truck ride" here, as well. It's perfect, as is this wonderful poem. I'm bookmarking this one for sure!! KUDOS!!!
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WOW!!! and coming from the right person with the right kind and quantity of delightful lust in her writes
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When I finished to read it I stopped, thinking how hard it must be to drive this way, took a deep breath and start to write you my comment:
A moment...
As autumn leaves
started imparting their colors to the windshield...
~Sonja~
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not hard to drive, hard to stop driving this way
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it's very hard to drive when you're having urges like that .. i hope u survived though
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survived. had good reason to
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